“The hell you don’t. Who was this guy? Why did we never hear about him?”

“Did you run all the girls you were seeing by me?” I try deflecting, but regret it immediately seeing Jena flinch and knowing I unintentionally caused her pain.

“Don’t change the subject. I’m going to need more information. Who was the guy?”

“You don’t have to worry about him. He won’t be an issue, trust me.” I look at Jena again, but she won’t make eye contact with me.

Oliver tries for a softer approach. “If he isn’t

of me hanging with a guy who isn’t them sends them into guard mode. Even talking about Nathaniel and Wyatt today made Oliver

left of him is currently in a box.” I stand taking my plate back to the kitchen. I have lost my appetite and just want to get away, before any more of that conversation fills the ears

on a mission and as a part of that mission I went on a date with a guy who is now dead. But my guys sometimes get tunnel vision when

seating arrangement, I’m sure most of the

I’m done pandering to the Cunninghams. These idiots need to see when they aren’t wanted. You are my guests and

me up to the third floor. We place their extra stuff in my closet and spread out on the floor in front of my

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